"The..., that's it. It's been three years since you've been married."
I felt like I was cheeked up by the words. It is hard to say that aristocratic marriages are political and enduring. What a woman married to her fiancée wants is to have a child that will succeed her in the house or give birth to that spare. I haven't been able to do that.
You've been married to me for three years, and the problem is you haven't had kids?
"I know how selfish I am to say this, but I have welcomed you to my wife, but I will not return to this mansion that way, and it is difficult to have a child with you."
"From your father-in-law...?
I had no idea who I was going to say that to. What if I were to point that out to my stepfather or something? Though I have no doubt...
"No, my father didn't recommend me"
Knowing that my stepfather didn't tell me, my heart only lightened a little. Even though he doesn't think that's possible because he's insulated from his father-in-law, his uncle is the general of this country and the head of the Garland family. It would be decisive if the person offered a divorce.
But Anton's only twenty-six, and I'm twenty-one. We're not old enough to have kids anymore. I've just been too busy with his work for the last three years to spend too little time with him. But there's no good reason for that in the world. In a world where three years later a child was born and taken for granted, a woman who did not conceive was thought to have some body defect, called a stone girl (not bad), and could not help but be expelled from her fiancée.
To me thinking, he said.
"This is my existence. It may seem selfish, but I'm only twenty-six. I want to do whatever I want. Please, Yurica."
"Anton?
He's going to bow his head when he's sorry. It's a joke that's not funny. He is under the admiration of the noble lady as the commander-in-chief of the Kingsguard for the time being. If there's nothing wrong with me, maybe? I have no reason to doubt it.
"Anyone else like you?
Anton moves Pickle and Frown.
"No. I didn't turn that down"
"Then why are you breaking up with me...?
He had somewhere to be cautious about his actions just because he was often noticed by the opposite sex. That's heavily influenced by his father, but he's unfaithful? Anton shook his neck sideways as loudly as he exaggerated in my words with
"I care a lot about you."
"Then why?
Pretty much? My chest will do the talking. Why are you telling me to break up when you say you care about me?
"I'm not telling you to leave right away. Pack your bags by the end of the month. Then I'll be back at work. I don't need a drop off."
Yes, Anton said, and when he tapped my shoulder lightly, he rose off the balcony. That's like making friends or carefree opponents with a cheerful attitude. It's not like doing it to my wife. I wonder what Anton thinks of me.
I was left alone on the spot. I wasn't funny. The tea I made for my husband is in front of me with a potpound like it was thrown away. I accidentally had it in my hand.
I can't believe you said you wouldn't kick me out right away, but pack up. The answer is set in him. Anton didn't ask for my opinion. We've been together for three years and I didn't think he was like that.
"... you have no body."
Without telling anyone, I drank the tea I put in for him. The tea I couldn't get him to drink tasted a little soggy.